OOC: Yea like okay. So this is my first thread I'm making, hope I don't fail miserably I'll be killing off Emrhyst, just as my sister had wanted to do so before the recession had started. This is set several years into the future, further than even some old thread in Surda my sister was in before. So yea. Here goes!

IC: Wingtip to wingtip, Emrhyst and Thorn were soaring in the sky above the Hadarac desert. Teeth bared, tails lashing, claws bloodied, wings torn and eyes bloodshot. They had been fighting in the air for the entire day, and Emrhyst was at the end of her limits. Thorn had the upper hand with a host of magicians committed specially to keep his energy reserves high. It did not remove the feelings of sheer exhaustion whose pangs Thorn periodically felt.

On the ground, twenty-thousand feet below, Eriel fought with Murtagh. She had a great head start, being able to successfully shoot several enchanted arrows into both his arms. The enchantment slowed down his movements and made it easier for her, but with the magicians backing Murtagh up, the arrows only served to cut several cords that were quickly stitched back together. She was tiring fast, and each blow from Murtagh was strategically aimed to make her twist in awkward positions. Her mental defenses were wavering as the ten magicians pounded into her walls of adamant, slowly but surely chipping away at it bit by bit.

With a great shout from Murtagh, Za'roc was sideways with both his hands, aiming for the elf's waist. Eriel's eyes covered in fire, she knew this would end soon for her if she didn't act. With skill and dexterity surpassing most elves she flipped her sword and parried the blow with the flat of her bloodied green blade. Throwing most of her body weight on her sword, she ran down the edge of Za'roc and slashed upwards, catching Murtagh on the chin.

Blood now steadily running down his neck, Murtagh let out a cry of rage. Then, howling in pain, he clenched his armored hand into a fist and let fly the punch of doom. It hit Eriel in the neck. Any scream of pain she would have uttered was silenced by the blood that bubbled its way out of her throat. She edged backwards, a huge bruise forming in the center of her neck. With only so little energy left to spare she healed the wound as best as she could and looked at Murtagh tiredly. Breathing heavily, Eriel found that Murtagh was once again refreshed by the ten magicians behind him.

Any cry of outrage she could have released was immediately cut off by a burning sensation in her neck. And a roar, from somewhere in the heavens above.

Emrhyst roared weakly as Thorn gripped her tightly around her neck, sinking his fangs into her soft flesh. Then, bloodthirsty and drunk with blood, he released his inner fire onto her neck and head. The green dragon roared and Eriel released a cry of pain, forcing her to her knees, clutching her throat. 'Emrhyst!' The elf cried out, only to hear a deep, sickening scream of pain from the bottom of hell itself. She knew Emrhyst was making the sounds of a dying dragon, and her Ignasia was glowing wildly, burning like lightning.
The red dragon, satisfied with the damage he had caused released Emrhyst to the desert below and flew downwards to catch his rider, who was standing in front of Eriel, a smirk on his face. Tilting her head up with his sword, he recoiled as the elements came to surround the two of them.
The elven lady shook with unimaginable rage and sadness. With a cry of anguish she beat aside Za'roc with her bare hand, ignoring the bleeding cut. Channeling every single one of her spells into a shining ball of pure energy, she shot it at Murtagh but missed, barely. It slammed into the ground near by and the shock wave literally blew him into the air, where he was caught by Thorn. Laughing about his victory without the use of his Eldunari, he returned to Uru Baen. The magicians, now totally petrified at the lack of a rider on their side of the battlefield immediately retreated on horseback.

Her mental defenses overwhelmed, and physical exhaustion taking over, she could only crawl towards her dying dragon lying in the dust.
'Emrhyst... Oh Emrhyst what have I done!'
The dragonness purred as gently as one with a punctured neck could.
I am dying little one... She whispered back into her rider's mind.
'I know friend of my heart. I know.' Eriel broke into tears and curled up on the underside of her dragon. In a choking voice, she said into her dragon's mind, 'I have no more energy left in me. You know what hurts most Emrhyst? Not loosing you, but the fact that I can't... Do anything about it.'
Emrhyst wrapped her bloodied tail around her rider, licking her face gently.
My Eldunari is still with me Eriel. They didn't have the opportunity to take it. With that Emrhyst convulsed within herself and laid the shining green Eldunari next to her rider.
Take it. She whispered gently, then, with all the energy she had left, gave out one last roar that was heard from the western seas to the unknown east. From the icy north to the fiery south.
And she died. Her Eldunari ceased to glow.

Eriel just lay there beside the body of her slain dragon with tear-stained cheeks as Murtagh proudly reported news of Emrhyst's death to Galbatorix.

Within her hand lay the Eldunari of Emrhyst and behold. It was a twilit dusk as the sun set, leaving Eriel with her dragon in perpetual darkness, broken only by the dimly glowing Eldunari, pulsing in rhythm with Eriel's heart.

OOC: That was really good, I enjoyed reading it as much as I hated it. I will join with my character if you know the relationship her's and my character share.

OOC: Of course I do. My sister pretty much briefed me on her character's relationships.

OOC: Mind if I join? (But maybe a little bit later.)

OOC: Of course not

IC:"Am I okay...?" She asked softly as if in a dream. "Look at me Keralin. I'm wounded, my strength is gone and most importantly, my dragon. My sweet Emrhyst. Is dead!" She almost screamed the last word.
She curled tighter into a ball, clutching fiercely at the Eldunari. Her eyes were a deeper shade of blue now, and tears fell fiercely from them.
She looked at Aelir who was crooning over Emrhyst's broken body. There were tears from his eyes. So much that it made her own seem like mere puddles in comparison with the ocean.

The sky was darkening now, and the black silhouette of a Lerthblaka passed across the face of the moon, cawing out a black victory cry.

OOC: Gonna update Eriel's charry soon

OOC: I hope you don't mind that I join. This is amazing so far, and Wil needs some new friends.

IC: Wil felt a great sadness wash across the land as the last golden rays sunk below the sandy horizon. The first lazing drifts of sleep were instantly dashed from his mind. He was suddenly wide awake. It took a few hours, but Wil finally located the source of the sadness. The desert around was black as pitch and as cold as the North. Wil wrapped his cloak closer around himself as he walked up to the great glowing mass. It was a beautiful tomb large enough for a dragon. There were intricate carvings in the material that spoke of the true love of the maker or makers. Wil ran a hand softly, gently down one side of the tomb, and his heart grieved. "A dragon has been lost to this world today." he said simply.

OOC: Wil showed up after the tomb was made. I didn't describe everything, I'll leave that to Aeraldi, but if this is too awkward I can change it or get rid of it.

OOC: Your turn Will.

OOC: honestly, I'm not a major part in the story yet, so I'm not sure what to write. lol.

IC: Wil tracked the group through the desert for a good part of the night. He stopped when the moon was setting, before the grey wakes of dawn appeared on the horizon, created a small sand den, and crawled in for a couple of meager hours of sleep.

OOC: pass post. Like I said, I'm really not sure what to say to get into the loop of the story.

OOC: I suppose you could say you met Phalanx or something?
I'll try to get to the part where we move on soon. Probably by my next 2 posts, unless Aeraldi wishes to go first and hand me my armour?

OOC: Well, as I've said in my posts, the only way Keralin can make the armor is to get to a forge. So if you want to say we trekked it to Du Weldenvarden then I will.

OOC: How about using dragon fire?

OOC: Still no Anvil.

OOC: There's always magic. And remember how Eragon got gold from the ground? Why not do the same thing with iron or whatever you want to use

OOC: Cause Keralin's magic is quite weak. The only magic he has that is strong is Dark magic, and that uses part of his soul to fuel the spell.

OOC: Mmm I see. well then, what do you suggest? I was thinking we trek south to Surda. Let's just assume we're only a few miles north of it :p

OOC: I'll find you in this post, Wil. And then Phal and Wil can track after Eriel, Keralin, and Aelir. They've met before, haven't they? I'll just assume so, to make it easier.

IC: Phal travelled south for a few hours. She didn't know how, but something was pushing her in the right direction. The land sped under her in a blur as she hurried as fast as she could. By the time she arrived, everyone else had already left. She could see the form of Emrhyst under a crystalline casing. It was strange; Phal gazed at her in infrared light, but there was no heat coming from her any more. Phal bent her head, tears dripping from eyes as green as Emrhyst's scales had been. She glanced at the stone above the grave, and placed a claw on it. With a long sigh, Phal turned away, but not before noticing something. Emrhyst's Eldunari was gone. Phal smiled, realizing that her friend was not truly dead.

After staying a few more minutes, Phal finally decided to try to find Eriel, Keralin, and Aelir. As she was flying into the air, she noticed the heat signature of someone else not far away. It took a while for Phal to recognize who it was. She hadn't spoken much with Wil, but she recognized him. Wil, what are you doing out here? she inquired, hovering near him.

OOC: I think you have to go first Aeraldi. I messed up the order sometime back xD

OOC: Tks for making Aelir sniff my horse :p

IC: "Yes, that would be good. I think I'll have rested up enough then to help too." She smiled at him. "We're going to be making stuff out of bright silver." She grinned wider and showed him the bright silver in her hands.
Emrhyst hummed gently as Eriel sung the Eldunari into a necklace.
Wearing it under her blue robe, she elf smiled softly at Emrhyst's grave.
Now the two of you look alike Emrhyst purred, comparing Eriel to Keralin.
'It would keep the empire off us for awhile. They've always gone on high alert for a man in blue and a lady in green.' The elf grinned.

Quicksilver's hoof's trod deeply into the sand as he made his way towards his owner. Letting out a loud whinny of joy when he say Eriel, the horse broke into a gallop.

Eriel smiled as Quicksilver arrived, placing her face next to his, she gently caressed the stallion's flank and jumped on his back nimbly, using Emrhyst's restored energy to help.
"How are you going to travel?" She asked Keralin.

OOC: I'm going to go just to get things rolling.

"We're hurt that you have to ask." Keralin and Aelir said together. Keralin put his hand on Aelir and looked up at him. "I've always got you." He said.
And I you. Aelir said back, lowering himself to allow Keralin onto his back.
"We'll be above you, searching for what we can use." Keralin reached out his hand to Eriel as if he could could her face from on top of Aelir's back. He wanted to say more but he knew it would come out wrong if he did. He lowered his hand and motioned for Aelir to take off and begin the journey.

Aelir felt the signal and took off into the air, feeling lighter than usual. He thought it was a need to get away from that area, but it didn't stop him from also feeling weighed down by it.

OOC: You know what? You and Eriel can skip me for a few posts, just until I feel a sufficient amount of time has passed for Phal to find your charries.

OOC: So then the order now is

Wil > Me > Aeraldi? Or..

OOC: Well, if Wil continues then I will as well, but he hasn't been on. Since we're behind your charries, I think we both should be skipped for a couple turns. Unless Wil comes on and disagrees, but he hasn't been here.

OOC: Right. In that case, I'll post.
*Edited*

IC: Eriel looked up at the rider and dragon as they launched into the sky. Turning back towards Emrhyst's grave, she felt Emrhyst within her Eldunari purr gently. "Let's go Eriel. Like I said, I'm still alive right?" Emrhyst smiled.
Eriel just nodded and whispered a word into Quicksilver's ear. The stallion snorted and sprung forwards with the strength of a young adult dragon, easily keeping pace with Aelir flying above.

'How are things looking up there? Can you see Surda? From what I know it should be rather close by.' Eriel thought to Keralin.

OOC: Heh, wrong dragon there.

You've crossed the border, if that's what you're asking. Keralin said back. I can see the smoke stack of a smithy, follow me and you should get there soon. Aelir dived towards the blacksmith's place and landed just outside. The Blacksmith stepped outside and said to them,
"Eragon and Saphira? No you're not them! Who are you?"
Keralin just smiled and said, "My name is Keralin and this is my dragon Aelir. We have need to use your forge sir. I would be willing to pay for the losses you will take by letting me use the forge for the day. I only need the one day."
"One day? You can't make anything in one day that will be of any use, let me sell you something I have already made instead."
"I cannot, what I make is for somebody special and can only be done by my hands. Surely you notice me as elf, I know things about blacksmithing that are lost to today's smiths that I can teach to you if you wish. Things that can make your items stronger and more resilient."
"Alright, you have me. You may use my smith, but make sure that the tools are replaced as they were. The name's Bornhald."
"I can guarantee it Bornhald. I just await the one with the ore." Keralin said.

Aelir had no care about the world of the two-legs for the moment, he lay his head on the ground and wished that he had stroked Emrhyst's scales one last time before leaving, taken one last whiff of her scent to remember for the rest of his time.

OOC: Too many dragons to remember. My brain's getting clogged up

IC: Eriel checked Quicksilver and reined him in, dismounting beside Aelir, she walked over to Keralin. Giving him the bright silver that she had bought along, she raised a powerful barrier around them so that none could get in while they worked. Smiling at her mate she then asked, "Okay then, so what now?"

Emrhyst appeared as a semi transparent figure outside the forge. Smiling at Aelir, she lay her head beside his, licking his face. Don't mourn too much for me Aelir. I'm still alive. She smiled a toothy grin then disappeared with a strong gust of wind.

OOC: I'm not putting down everything on the forging... I just don't know it.
Anyway, if the others want to come in I suppose now would be a good time.

"First, I need to know exactly how large this armor is supposed to be. It'll be custom made for you so it'll fit like a second skin." Keralin took the measurements and recorded them in his head, he then went about to making the forge the right temperature. When it was done, he began the forging process. Every stroke was precise and, with the help of magic, made stronger than it ever could be. It would be made faster but it still had to take time.

OOC: *tear drop* Time for the mourning to begin. Emrhyst is going to return, though. With time... -a lot- of time.

Faefnir flew slowly through the hot desert sky from Stronghold, his blue eyes tearing up too much. He kept Navarre and Teranor at the Dragon Fortress, and he wasn't sure if Star gazer was up to the task of attending Emrhyst's burial. He saw Phalynx and Aelir outside of a blacksmith near the edge of the desert and he circled down to them. He embraced his half-sister and Aelir without saying a word of greeting. I won't apologize for what happened to Emrhyst. All things of this earth must pass, and although Emrhyst was a powerful dragon, nobody can cheat death forever. She is in a good place now, feasting in the great Hunting Grounds of my father. She will miss us, and vice versa, but her time has only just begun. Faefnir stopped for a minute while he waited for everyone to come outside.

OOC: You kind of missed the whole Aelir made a Emerald tomb for her.

OOC: Ohhhh... editted then My bad.

OOC: No. I don't think my sister would want that i-luv-saphira. Mind if I called you ils? Your name's kinda long xD

IC: Eriel kissed Keralin softly on the cheek. "It's just going to be pauldrons. I don't have enough for a whole suit anyway." She smiled gently.

*Time skip to when the forging is done.*

The elf looked at her mate's handiwork and could not help but laugh. "Now, what Emrhyst said is true." She paused and looked him in the eyes, her teal irises now turning their usual green hue. "We do look alike." She whispered into his mind with a smile and donned the pauldrons, just in time to hear Faefnir and Phalanx's descent.

"Shall we leave this place?" She asked Keralin, bringing down the wards and nudging him towards the blacksmith, who was half amazed and half cowed by the sudden presence of so many dragons.

OOC: Pass this turn. And new Eriel, everybody calls me I-L-S. Even your sis did lol.

OOC: Hey, you can't pass this turn, it's my turn!

IC: Phalynx brushed her wing comfortingly over Aelir's side. That is upsetting for everyone, my friend. We will all miss her presence very much, she replied. She, too, was upset that she had not been there to help. Phal sighed, realizing that she could not be there to help all of her friends when they needed it, as much as she wanted to be.

She glanced up as she heard distant wingbeats, and gave a sad smile as her half-brother joined them. It's good to see you. At least Emrhyst is in her Eldunari, so we can still speak with her and be with her, she spoke, her usual optimism pressing through.

OOC: Wil, you're up.

OOC: Wil, if you don't post by tomorrow, we'll be skipping you.
I'll send you a pm.

OOC: Okay then. ILS, you're up.

OOC: ILS, please post soon.

OOC: I don't want to chide, you are new here, but please try to avoid spam posts like that. Louis will delete them.

Faefnir rumbled in his chest deeply and went to the spot where Emrhyst's body was buried. He looked down at it, the scales already falling off the corpse, her eyes closed in the peaceful everlasting sleep of death. As he looked at his longtime friend, Faefnir couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability and weakness. This could be anybodies fate, even my own. He sighed a dragon sigh as his sad, soul-piercing blue eyes took in the body. Then, all of a sudden, he raised his head to the great desert sky and roared, long and mournful, in memory of his friend, who had left him in all but the mind that was immortalized in her Eldunari.

OOC: He was justified, each post was further than 24hrs apart anyway.

OOC: I know. Was just busy yesterday
Also, I'm not too sure about the direction of the thread. I initially planned it to be a smallish one. Just to introduce Eriel as an Indlvarn. So, right now, I'm opening up to the floor for suggestions.

IC: Eriel looked away, northward. She was still suffering from Emrhyst's passing, and images of her dragon dying flashed by now and then in her head. It was traumatizing, to say the least, but with Emrhyst safe in her Eldunari, and the entire royal house around her, she felt better.
Turning back to look at Keralin, Eriel could only force a smile as another flashback occurred in her mind.
"I'm thinking of consecrating the Eldunari, so that she can appear as an apparition long enough to help me break a magician's mind." The elf said softly and strode out of the tent. Looking tenderly at her horse, she called Quicksilver over. Then, turning to the other dragons, she introduced her horse.
"This is Quicksilver. He is perhaps one of the swiftest horses ever bred by an elf." She smiled wryly. "And he is now my mount. He can run as fast as you guys cruising through the air. Right now I'll be heading across the desert to the eaves of Du Weldenvarden to consecrate Emrhyst, and to rename my sword." She smiled wider.
Turning to Faefnir, she asked "What do you think is the swiftest way to Du Weldenvarden?" She asked him privately.